The Void

There it may stand, the hidden realm. Deep in the Backrooms may it lie untouched by the hands of God. The corrupted and the hazardous from it shall arise, and to everyone who dares enter such frightening lands, that they are met with a fate worse than death.

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The Encounter

It was huge.

Massive, a gigantic creature looked upon us.
We gazed into its gigantic eye, only to feel relaxed. It forced us to attempt to communicate with it, but to no avail.
There it stood, overseeing every stretch of the purple hell it ruled, and never would it stop such an endless task.

We felt the need to obey its commands, but deep down we knew our minds were being manipulated; even then we assumed we could control ourselves.
Its eyes shined brighter and brighter, perhaps as bright as the sun itself. For the eye is the sun of this realm.

Soon we snapped out of it, but it was too late. Its tentacles were grabbing the very earth beneath us and pulling it upwards, closer to it. We tried to escape, but the many corrupted others surrounded us. We were drawn into it, and became one with the gigantic creature.

It was massive; too big to tame. We are lost souls in a corrupted nothing, writing to those who soon will find the same fate as ours.

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The Void

SURVIVAL DIFFICULTY:

Class Void

  • Corrupted.
  • Lethal.
  • Hopeless.
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T!!he Vo?!id

Shattered realities may it contain, for The Void embraces all of the unknown; any sinful and forbidden knowledge it will retain, and never to the masses shall it be divulged.
A stretch of esoteric land, bathed by the untold; devastated, annihilated, eradicated, and ravaged, is the realm's totality. A missing extent of the cosmos, lingering to be superseded, withdrawn.

No infrastructure may ever be glimpsed. The level is made out of dead matter, bygone organisms, and the remains of numerous, dead, corrupted entities.
In its very center: an Eye. No term or name shall it ever inherit, for it does not truly exist. For those who may approach it during their life, let it be known that such an event means the end.

Darkness, eternally darkness. Abnormal rock formations and structures overwhelm the shattered landscape: arcs made out of corrupted stone, floating islands, and enormous fault lines that cut deep into the limits of the macrocosm; only to name a few.

Different times, distinct universes. Forsaken KNO??WLE!!DGE; iterations unknown, no way to KNO??W!!, any beings forlorn.
Where has anyone stood!? R!!AVA??GED I arise. Death, cycles within my head, and to those who obey I share the same pain.

WHAT IS THE T!!IM??E? I shall not comprehend anymore. I commenced—began counting the cycles of extinction circling within my mind; we are over the limit. Infinity has betrayed me, and every iteration has demonstrated itself as a lie.

BR!!EAK??. DES!!??TROY. REN??EW.

Somewhere within the sheltered profundities of the universe is where such an occult land lies. Inaccessible it remains, for most of the time. Tears in the universe will lead the innocent to the corrupted lands below.
Plagued by corruption, those who remain within the metaphysical lands will forfeit their purity, polluting their souls, allowing their inner spirits to be ruled by corruption, demise, TH??E VO!!??ID. Heavily populated.

Although the lands are predominantly barren and lifeless, structures of undefinable geometry are quite abundant. As cited formerly, eccentric rock formations form massive arcs, towering pillars with sharp tips, and small cylindrical structures, completed out of corrupted stone: sturdy obsidian, with veins of purple blood blanketing its exteriors and occupying its interiors.
Cracks stand constantly prominent in these stones, which permits the purple blood inside to pour out, bathing the rocks and everything near them in a sticky, damp, purple liquid; glistening lustrously as they contain luminescent properties.
Some pillars hold innumerable holes on their surfaces, forming enormous structures filled with numerous, but small, luminous dots of scintillating blood.

The domain itself is a floating isle, encircled by multiple other floating islands; all hovering within the void, suspending between the singularity beneath and the comprehended overhead.
Floating islands that surround the main island hold little to no additional contents, usually habiting a few corrupted entities that were unfortunate enough to get deserted in the empty void. These emanate from the main island, being forcefully torn asunder by the mere strength of the singularity below, unhurriedly but undoubtedly wearing the realm until its aching, painful end.

Its extent shall never be understood, but as is known that perpetuity can no longer be relied on in such corrupted lands, that is also known that any measurement made to the size of the realm will forfeit any meaning, any mathematical significance; proportions are corrupted, and so is time; nothing will ever perform the same way.
Time behaves abnormally—or in fact, it doesn't behave at all: it merely stands motionless, and everything outside of the Void is to remain still permanently.

Calling the Void the purgatory is merely an understatement.

The realm gets torn apart.

The realm gets a new life.

The realm embraces singularity.

The realm welcomes the corrupted.

The realm disappears as if it had never existed.

The realm endures.

The realm makes fun of the gods above.

Accept your fate.

The Entities

The Corrupted
There they stood, they were thousands. Black and purple bodies, that purple blood dripping out of them.
They approached, closer, closer, and closer. We were almost at the very end of the island, we could feel the force of the beneath pulling us towards it.

We all looked at each other, there must be a way to survive this.

There must.

Yet they only came closer, closer, and closer, and we could not think of anything anymore. The corrupted had overrun any escape we could think of, and were getting closer, closer, and closer to us.
We sat down, holding each other's hands, and we closed our eyes; we wanted to forget what we had seen, and we wanted to focus our minds on escaping this hell.
We wanted to forget them, surely the void could not exist if we didn't think about it.

We were so wrong.

As they grew closer, closer, and closer, we noticed what we hadn't noticed: they weren't just another random entity, these were well-known beings but plagued by corruption, some almost unrecognizable.
We felt a crushing force pull us down, and soon we realized that the bit of land we were standing on was getting torn apart.

We embraced it. We fled. We got lost in the void, forever.

To anyone who finds this, it is too late to go back. The corrupted are everywhere, and if they aren't, the true monsters of this realm will finish their job.

Spychards
EXPERIMENT 1XX-01

CLASS: SPIDER
TYPE: ANOMALOUS
PROPERTIES: MIND-CONTROL
CODENAME: SPYCHARD HIVEMIND
DESCRIPTION:

SPIDER-LIKE BEINGS THE SIZE OF A BACKPACK CAPABLE OF ATTACHING THEMSELVES TO ANY SURFACE AND ATTACKING THE CLOSEST ORGANISM, TAKING CONTROL OF THEIR MIND AND OFFERING THEIR BODY, ENERGY, AND SOUL TO THE GRAND SPYCHARD.

DANGER: EXTREMELY HIGH
SAFETY PROTOCOL: DO NOT APPROACH. DO NOT LET IT ESCAPE. !!TH!?!EL!!?LET!?!

CORRECTION: SEND. ALL. SPECIMEN. TO. THE. VOID. SECURE. SECURE. SECURE.

Aspects
Some people say perfection cannot be achieved through malefic events, and that perfection must be pure, sane, and benevolent.

I beg to differ.

To prove them wrong, I present the Aspects. True pinnacles of perfection, floating orbs of anomalous gravitational properties, being able to carry weights of up to 155:1 of their own.

These are special, very unique. In the wrong hands, they harness truly malefic powers. These were achieved by enslaving the dead souls of many, many corrupted beings.

So much power.
- Professor Anheim

Ironclads
T-T-TODAY ON SHOWDOWN! WE HAVE THE GIANT BATTLEBOT: IRONCLAD!!!!!!!!!

THIS HUGE BEAST MADE OUT OF STRONG METAL AND PERSONALITY WILL SURELY DESTROY ANYTHING THAT COMES IN ITS PAAAAATH!

TRY IT YOURSELF, TRY TO FIGHT IT! I DARE YOU!

THE OWNER SEEMS PROUD! DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE ENOUGH TO FIGHT IT? TELL US MORE ABOUT IT, TROY.

THIS MACHINE IS THE PINNACLE OF A BATTLE BOT. AS BIG AS A MEDIUM TANK, IT CONTAINS THE FIREPOWER OF THE BIGGEST ARTILLERY PIECE YOU CAN THINK OF, A MOVEMENT SPEED THAT COMPETES WITH RACING CARS, AND BEST OF ALL IT IS FULLY SENTIENT!

SENTIENT? NOW YOU CAN'T SURELY BEAT THAT. TROY, GIVE US A SHOW OF THAT MACHINE, JUST FOR US AND THE FOLKS AT HOME!

CAN DO, CHIEF.

IRONCLAD A-1, ACTIVATE.

WHOA! THAT IS CRAZY.

TARGET ACQUIRED. TARGET LOCKED. ENGAGING.

WAIT WAIT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?

CORRUPTED. I REMAIN. GOODBYE, TROY.

Thorns
Anomaly Warning
Sector: 8AFFB

Please report any encounters with the anomalous instance as soon as possible.


[— Starting Video Log —]
Is this recording? Okay… okay. Hello, I am captain Luke, leader of the Skull Team. We are here to investigate yet another anomaly found in this remote place—please grab the camera and walk with me.

[Camera gets picked up from behind.]

Okay, sector 8AFFB. For those who don't know, that means 8th cell, district B of division F, of secondary sector F of main sector A.
Locals report hearing strange noises coming from the ground, predominantly at night.

[Movement in the background, locals peeking.]

It's okay we are here to investigate, Skull Team, Skull Team.

[Crowds gather and yell at the team.]

HEY! WE ARE HERE TO HELP, WE DID NOT BRING THIS THING HERE.
Andrew, pick up the thermal camera and get us a reading on the forest up ahead.

[Walking, footsteps grow louder.]

Halt!

[Footsteps continue.]

Andrew? Anything?

Andrew?

Andrew! What do you see goddammit?

[Andrew collapses, a spike coated in blood revealed upon his fall.]

Oh god… Team, pull back! Pull back!

[— Video Corrupted —]

ATTACHED LOG:

Tall, raptor-like specimen. Skin is spiky, sharp, and very lethal. It resides inside forests and waits for any organism to get close enough for it to attack.
Not very agile, but they possess the ability to quickly dive underground and crawl underneath their foe.

They are covered in scars, bleeding scars.

Large families of this specimen were reported missing not long ago; we do not know where they are, but if anyone comes across any of these anomalous beings, that they are immediately reported back to us.

- Lt. Hugford , The Cooperative

The Kraken

The Weird Backrooms Blog


Level 29 - "The Kraken"

Almighty beast! Did you know that Level 29 houses one of the biggest entities ever known to reside within the Backrooms? That's right, the Kraken is as giant as the level itself, containing the power to presumably destroy not just the level itself but any level it may come in contact with!

It is hard to get a true look over this interesting and peculiar being. But as Level 29 was once non-hazardous and allowed wanderers to navigate in and out, many travelers have reported seeing the Kraken at least once, or twice.

It is thought to be black and purple in color and emits bizarre noises that cannot be compared to anything known to mankind. Strange right?
Runes have been found underneath the water, together with structures that do not appear to be man-made and are too perfect to be created by nature. Aliens!
Giant sinkholes have also been reported to exist, that apparently stretches on for miles into the very core of the level, where a dim purple light can be seen. Straaaange!

If it wasn't for the fact that no one can get out of Level 29, I would definitely go out there and explore it for everyone reading the blog. But for now, fans of the occult, this is what we have.

Juslovwt out.

TH??E EY!!E??
They saw the Eye and looked into it. Into it they saw the truth, they saw the meaning of their miserable lives.

They sacrificed their souls to the superior entity, bathing themselves in sinful thoughts, and succumbing to corruption and demise. The perfected was to be destroyed—gone, gone it was to be, and forever—ever and ever, it was to never come back. Corrupted it shall remain forever. Everything. It creates the void.

But when the lost souls were not engaging with the Eye, the hivemind was to be awakened after a million years. All the corrupted to emerge and invade the Backrooms. All the corrupted to unleash chaos, and destroy whatever gets in their path.
No one would refuse.

The Eye was to love its inferior beings. But when they disobeyed, chaos would ensue even in the Void.

Every 2 million years the cycle was to be repeated.

We remain 4 million years late.

ENT!!ER?? OR P!!??ERI!!SH


Peculiar how someone would even be remotely curious as to how to access such a stray stretch of hope. Life is gone, perished. You will pursue the same told fate.
To enter said realm, one must encounter a bleeding cut of reality or the cosmos; a spot in the universe where size becomes the negative, bowing reality around it, causing a rupture in the untouched continuity.

You may never escape, however.


A bright light shined in the skies of Level 42. The volcano was for the first time overwhelmed, with all eyes turning to the new spot of light forming alongside it. Purple dominated the skies, only to fade into a strong, dark black.
The level was colorless, devoid of even the slightest amount of light. Those residing scrambled to find any form of artificial source, but that wouldn't work either.

They stared at each other, and suddenly, from within the forest, they saw countless tall figures with spider-like legs, slowly walking towards them. They were colored black and purple, but their skin was extremely damaged, filled with scars and open wounds; their blood spilling out everywhere.
The team stared in awe. Weapons were drawn in case the worst was to happen.

They waited.

And they waited longer.

They grew nervous, hesitant. A show of humanity's lack of mental strength.

The first one collapsed.

They soon realized they were being attacked through psychic means.
The team commander called all remaining personnel to evacuate the base. Through the darkness, they carefully walked toward the volcano, in hopes of escaping.
Despite seeing nothing, they were successful in reaching the volcano without injuring themselves too much. One cut here, one burn there. They were alive, still alive.

The commander was to lead the remaining personnel, but as soon as he exited the forest into the semi-open spaces near the volcano, one of the entities stared deep into his eyes.
He was stuck; couldn't move at all.
The remaining few charged at the entity, but it only blasted them away with a strong sound wave, creating sounds that cannot be described.

They crashed into trees, stone walls, and even the floor. Small injuries became bigger ones: broken bones, shattered ribs, punctured organs. Still, they did their best.
The commander was still stuck in the mental warfare of the entity; his soul was lost inside the mind of the corrupted being overseeing it, and the more he was to remain inside, the more his own self would decay.

One of the team members launched at the entity, throwing a unique type of dust that strongly reacted with the atmosphere, blowing up in the entity's face, knocking it out.

There, they ran towards the lava pools in the hopes of escaping.
They all jumped. All but one.
The commander stayed behind, his eyes, purple. He was one of them now.

Level 42 was revisited after the incident. No evidence was to ever be found.
No same commander was ever seen again.


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